It was fuckin’ awesome. His superb technique had also allowed me to really savour the flavour of his abundant jizz.A further surprise then followed,...when after lowering his head he asked if he could buy me a drink. Having already planned a break after our encounter, I graciously accepted. By the time I had put on my t-shirt and opened the stall door, Kevin was waiting for me. Summarily, we then made our way downstairs to the bar after formal introductions.As we sat at the bar getting better. One evening I was rolling through the neighborhood to the east of us. There were groups of Caribbean and West African immigrants hanging out, playing music, and having a good time. It looked like fun, and I decided to stop and check it out. I parked and walked a few blocks over to the celebration. I stuck out like a sore thumb, since I was young and white, but as I danced and sang along, people treated me as if I belonged at the little street party. I even had a few glasses of Jamaican rum. Wonder where they’re headed with all that lumber.Clete rode on into town just like the man told him, he saw the widest street he’d seen in his life and took a left.There it was, ‘The Hotel Kansas City’.That’s what the big sign board over the front said. ‘The finest rooms, the finest food and the finest women west of the Mississippi.‘ The sign read.There was an old black man standing out front when Clete rode up to the hitchin’ rail and got off. The man was dressed in a red, long tail coat, a. "Your turn to grab him," I whispered their way. As their tongues played, I watched her hand grab his cock through his jeans. "Take it out," I whispered. She awkwardly undid his belt with one hand, then his button, then unzipped his jeans. I watched her hand slide into his boxers and wrestle out his growing cock. They continued to make out as she jerked him off. Then they stopped kissing and she laid her head on his chest while she stroked him. I saw her get up on her knees on the couch.